勃朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第九首 

The sonnets from the Portuguese, No.9

           by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Can it be right to give what I can give?
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live
For all thy adjurations? O my fears,
That this can scarce be right! We are not peers
So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,
That givers of such gifts as mine are, must
Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas!
I will not soil thy purple with my dust,
Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,
Nor give thee any love -- which were unjust.
Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass.

勃朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集第九首

                    方平 译

我能不能有什么、就拿什么给你？
该不该让你紧挨著我，承受
我簌簌的苦泪；听着那伤逝的青春，
在我的唇边重复着叹息，偶而
浮起一丝微笑，哪怕你连劝带哄，
也随即在叹息里寂灭？啊，我但怕
这并不应该！我俩是不相称的
一对，哪能匹配作情侣？我承认，
我也伤心，象我这样的施主
只算得鄙吝。唉，可是我怎能够让
我满身的尘土玷污了你的紫袍，
叫我的毒气喷向你那威尼斯晶杯！
我什么爱也不给，因为什么都不该给。
爱呀，让我只爱着你，就算数了吧！

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